That’s My Secret, Cap. I’m Always Angry.

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After that last post, going through security and passport control, and walking ten forevers to get to the gate, I’ve had a low grade fever without the exhaustion. Which tells me I’m having a hot flash. One of the longer lasting ones, sure, but still a hot flash.

Before I can find another excuse to procrastinate, I’m going to dive into the next secret.

I’m the Hulk.

Angry.

All the time.

Sure, there’s a lot to be angry about. And, let me clarify, for this one? I’m not going stream of consciousness. Cause there’d be a lot more cursing. And all caps. And throwing laptops off of buildings.

Big breath in. Big breath out.

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Guess Who’s Back! Back AGAIN!

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I’m on the train now.

Procrastinating.

First of all, sleep was poor. Really poor.

Maybe because I knew I was travelling today. Maybe because I knew I was writing today. Maybe because I drank too much water before bed. Maybe because our cat decided four this morning was a great time to give my partner a FULL BATH with her #VeryScratchyCatTongue

I also thought I’d have more food in my belly before I got to this point in the travel but the kids really wanted to cuddle this morning and I wanted to make sure the partner got a shower so I missed more of a breakfast at home then a couple slices of pear and two cups of tea. And then I magically arrived at the train station with just enough time to dive onto the train.

I could eat a lollipop I keep in my backpack for sugar crash emergencies… this, too, is procrastination.

Let’s get to the point, eh?

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And Then I Got Better

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A long time ago in a galaxy far far away I made a post about how I had perimenopause and I started hormone replacement therapy and then I disappeared and was never seen again.

Sort of.

Mostly.

Here’s some more of that story.

When the doctor prescribed those hormones, she told me, “You’ll need to come back in four months.” And, doing the quick maths, I realized I’d be in China, so I’m just now getting back to the doctor.

Today.

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